Prena Poetry

Look at you, You are beautiful. The cracks on your lips to your imperfect toes. Aren’t they just beautiful? The way your hair stands upright and the way you wear your shirt. The way your cheeks glow in the morning to the way you smile at the end of a tiring day. You are flawless. But you don’t seem to realize that.

There is magic on the tip of your nose and the world is perfectly balanced on your collar bones. Don’t question yourself, don’t label yourself. It is the stardust on your forehead that resembles you as a part of this universe. And Your eyes tell the world a story; story of that little girl who once cried in front of the mirror but later grew into a brave and beautiful woman.

So let the gravity hold you in grace, then the sun and the moon can touch your skin and tell you that you are never ugly, you are never alone. For how can you even call yourself ugly? Your freckles match your skin so perfectly and so does your body match your pretty soul. Stand there, take a deep breath and look into the mirror.

You are not like them and yet you are pretty. It is your own refection so why won’t you love it like you love other people? You have your own individuality, your own identity to show you who truly are. But it’s just a matter of fact that you don’t understand you are worth it. You are more than what you can ever be. You are enough.

So look at yourself now, your thighs are unique they aren’t thick. Your hips are your’s and they are already fine. Darling, you are thunderstorm, maybe cold and wild but never ugly. May not always be the rainbow but you are the damn lightning. And from your chest to the sparks on the tip of your fingers, they are absolutely fine. So how can you ever be less than anyone? You are beautiful!